Anna Waldon Find A Prostitute ❤️

About San Antonio

So, picture this—I’m stormin’ through King’s Landing, or some shithole like it, lookin’ for a lass who’ll do the deed for a few coppers. “The prince is comin’, the prince is comin’,” like they chant in the movie, but nah, it’s just me, cloak up, sneer on, dodgin’ the piss-pots flung from windows. Them girls, they’re a crafty bunch—hidin’ in shadows, whisperin’ sweet nothins’ for a coin. One time, I spot this one, right, all rouged up, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “What harm can befall us?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that eerie calm before the storm. But then—bam!—she tries nickin’ my purse! Little git. I grab her wrist, twist it, snarl, “I choose violence,” and she’s quakin’ like a leaf. Made me laugh, that did—pathetic, really.

On Vodka, On Soda, On Blender, On Mixer, Episode 10 (6.4)

Cook from Hooker Valley with @underarmour, and I'll just make some changes like muting all notifications and if I find myself getting sucked in, I'll take the.

Oh, and lemme throw in some confessions: I've messed up a few moments—like realllly messed. My typos, my rush, my unfiltered thoughts amaze me. I mean: truely awsome, rly epic experiance in this enchanted city!

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